The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painf...
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She stopped going to college.
She stopped going out.
She stopped talking to her friends, not that they even tried contacting her.
She stopped eating
She stopped breathing
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But she still existed. Everyday she cried, cried from humiliation, her parents, her friends, her boyfriend and her heart.
It's all her fault . . . If only she didn't leave. None of this would've happened. And the killer that killed her parents would be sentenced to life in prison. She contacted him as a ping of hope fluttered in her chest.
It rang for several seconds.
It beeped twice then;
Voicemail.
Tears fell from her eyes, she needed his help. She needed him. She needed someone. Anyone.
She tried again.
He watched from the camera as she tried calling him once more. He smirked to himself at her stupidity and idiocy.
She couldn't even figure out that he did everything. It was all him.
But he had another plan up his sleeve so . . .
He answered.
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